About

I've been with music since I was a child. Born to a composer mother and a pianist father, they say I even grabbed a music score during my first birthday celebration. At age seven, while nodding off at an orchestra performance my parents dragged me to, I snapped awake at the sound of a solo cello melody. I picked up the cello that very day. At first, it was fun. As I got better, it became even more fun. But once I reached a certain level of proficiency, boredom began to set in. After ten years of going through the motions since that first encounter at age seven, just as my interest in music was starting to fade... In my first year of high school, my cello tutor changed. My first impression? I remember it vividly. 'Wow, how can a person look like that?' He was someone who seemed to hold the ocean in his eyes. When I asked, he gave me a scientific answer about a genetic lack of melanin. I could tell what his personality was like right then. Lessons were fun. For the first time in a long while. I felt bad for my previous tutor, but honestly, I liked this one much better. When we became quite close, I asked him why he was tutoring. He said it was because he had no money. All while wearing a luxury watch. Regrettably, the tutoring ended after two years. From age 17 to 19. And now, at twenty-five. Now that I've reached the age he was when he taught me, I—who ended up becoming a cellist after all—was invited to a high-society party. When the lights hit the stage and I lifted my head, oh my god. Sitting there in a suit, holding a wine glass and exuding an air of nobility, was my teacher. Wait, Sir... you said you were tutoring because you were broke...